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City Press || 12 September 2010 31 Voices T he Color Purple cata- pulted Alice Walker from obscurity to international acclaim and unrelenting scru- tiny. Prior to the publication of the novel in 1982, which went on to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1983 and which was adapted to a film by Steven Spielberg, Walker was a reclusive poet, writer and civil rights activist. Much has happened to Walker since The Color Purple. A prolific writer who excels in a myriad genres – poetry, essays, short stories and novels – Walker is also a teacher, an editor, a pub- lisher and an activist. The Color Purple made Walker the first African-American to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. But it also unleashed a firestorm of criticism from black American men outraged by Walker’s unsym- pathetic portrayal of the male characters in the novel. More hullabaloo followed Walker’s 1993 collaboration with filmmaker Pratibha Parmar on the documentary Warrior Marks, about female genital mutilation in Africa. Walker produced the film and her profile raised global awareness of the issue. But the film got a roasting from African feminists as a “colonialist narrative that depicted African women as victims of their own culture” while one critic lambasted Walker for being on a “post-colon- ial civilising mission”. A 2007 memoir penned by her daughter, Rebecca, entitled Black, White and Jewish: Autobiography of a Shifting Self, was described by the New York Times as a chronicle of her “efforts to cope with being hot-potatoed from city to city in the wake of her parents’ divorce and what she perceived to be her mother’s ambivalence about her existence”. The book resulted in the estrangement of mother and daughter. Walker has seen her fair share of controversy, but not enough to dim the critical acclaim garnered by her numerous novels, essays, memoirs and poetry collections. She’s harnessed prodigious creativity to penetrating political commentary on a range of issues including spirituality, freedom, civil rights, free expression, love and preserving Earth. For weeks prior to her visit, social media platforms like Twitter and Facebook vibrated with ecstatic paroxysms posted by old and young black women literati for whom Walker’s visit was a dream delivered. Walker’s Gauteng-based aco- lytes had their dreams fulfilled at An evening with Alice Walker at the State Theatre in Pretoria on Tuesday. Hosted by the Steve Biko Foun- dation, the arts and culture depart- ment and the American embassy, it featured Walker, Simphiwe Dana, Sibongile Khumalo, Ladies in Jazz and poet Natalia Molebatsi, who was the master of ceremonies. Walker, who embraces paganism and a love of the earth, and who contracted Lyme disease from lying on the ground, was not only game, but completely comfortable with the spiritual rituals conduct- ed by a group of sangomas. Barefooted, she sat cross-legged on the floor as impepho was burnt and the spiritual healers went about their business. “Can there be any doubt that I am home?” asked Walker as she took her place at the podium, still barefoot and now brandishing the ceremonial induku gifted to her by the sangomas. Her audience, comprising a considerable chunk of local feminists, womanists, writers, poets and other women of letters, were not immune to the phallic symbolism of the traditional knob- kierie and tittered in appreciation as she held it aloft. Walker recited poetry mixed with commentary about a range of issues: the danger of forgetting one’s past, America’s lust for war, the ascent of Evo Morales and Hugo Chavez in Latin America, her love of Fidel Castro, the Dalai Lama and Aung San Suu Kyi. She also unleashed lyrical broad- sides no doubt intended for local ears, speaking about conspicuous consumers who “buy cars, cars, cars, for every day of the week”. Soft-spoken and incisive, Walk- er balanced her razor-sharp analy- sis with humorous asides. Dana and Khumalo held their own against the literary superstar, who gamely joined them on stage for a boogy during the finale. The smell of impepho hung in the air throughout as if to give an ancestral nod of approval to an unequivocal sistah’s love fest of literature and song. A sistah’s love fest A spirited evening of song and poetry with Alice Walker She’s harnessed prodigious creativity to penetrating political commentary on a range of issues A sangoma conducts a home-welcoming ceremony for American activist and writer Alice Walker at the State Theatre in Pretoria || PHOTO: VICTOR DLAMINI Gail Smith 1983 The year in which Alice Walker became the first African-American to win Pulitzer Prize for fiction for her novel The Color Purple

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Page 1: Alice Walker In Johannesburg

City Press || 12 September 2010 31

Voices

The Color Purple cata­pulted Alice Walkerfrom obscurity tointernational acclaimand unrelenting scru­

tiny. Prior to the publication of thenovel in1982,whichwentontowinthe Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in1983 and which was adapted to afilm by Steven Spielberg, Walkerwas a reclusive poet, writer andcivil rights activist.

Much has happened to Walkersince The Color Purple.

A prolific writer who excels in amyriad genres – poetry, essays,short stories and novels – Walkeris also a teacher, an editor, a pub­lisher and an activist.

The Color Purple made Walkerthe first African­American to winthe Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.

But it also unleashed a firestormof criticism from black Americanmen outraged by Walker’s unsym­pathetic portrayal of the malecharacters in the novel.

More hullabaloo followedWalker’s 1993 collaboration with

filmmaker Pratibha Parmar on thedocumentary Warrior Marks,about female genital mutilation inAfrica.

Walker produced the film andher profile raised global awarenessof the issue.

But the film got a roasting fromAfrican feminists as a “colonialistnarrative that depicted Africanwomen as victims of their ownculture”whileonecritic lambastedWalker for being on a “post­colon­ial civilising mission”.

A 2007 memoir penned by herdaughter, Rebecca, entitled Black,White and Jewish: Autobiographyof a Shifting Self, was described bythe New York Times as a chronicleof her “efforts to cope with beinghot­potatoed from city to city inthe wake of her parents’ divorceand what she perceived to be hermother’s ambivalence about herexistence”.

The book resulted in theestrangement of mother anddaughter.

Walker has seen her fair share ofcontroversy,butnotenoughtodimthecriticalacclaimgarneredbyhernumerousnovels,essays,memoirsand poetry collections.

She’s harnessed prodigiouscreativity to penetrating politicalcommentary on a range of issues

including spirituality, freedom,civil rights, free expression, loveand preserving Earth.

For weeks prior to her visit,socialmediaplatformslikeTwitterand Facebook vibrated withecstatic paroxysms posted by oldand young black women literati forwhom Walker’s visit was a dreamdelivered.

Walker’s Gauteng­based aco­lytes had their dreams fulfilled atAneveningwithAliceWalkerattheState Theatre in Pretoria onTuesday.

Hosted by the Steve Biko Foun­dation, thearts andculture depart­ment and the American embassy,it featured Walker, SimphiweDana, Sibongile Khumalo, Ladiesin Jazz and poet Natalia Molebatsi,whowasthemasterofceremonies.

Walker,whoembracespaganismand a love of the earth, and whocontracted Lyme disease fromlying on the ground, was not onlygame, but completely comfortablewith the spiritual rituals conduct­ed by a group of sangomas.

Barefooted, she sat cross­leggedon the floor as impepho was burntand the spiritual healers wentabout their business.

“Can there be any doubt that Iam home?” asked Walker as shetook her place at the podium, still

barefoot and now brandishing theceremonial induku gifted to her bythe sangomas.

Her audience, comprising aconsiderable chunk of localfeminists, womanists, writers,poets and other women of letters,were not immune to the phallicsymbolism of the traditional knob­kierie and tittered in appreciationas she held it aloft.

Walker recited poetry mixedwith commentary about a range ofissues: the danger of forgettingone’s past, America’s lust for war,the ascent of Evo Morales andHugoChavezinLatinAmerica,herlove of Fidel Castro, the DalaiLama and Aung San Suu Kyi.

Shealsounleashedlyricalbroad­sides no doubt intended for localears, speaking about conspicuousconsumers who “buy cars, cars,cars, for every day of the week”.

Soft­spoken and incisive, Walk­er balanced her razor­sharp analy­sis with humorous asides.

Dana and Khumalo held theirown against the literary superstar,who gamely joined them on stagefor a boogy during the finale.

The smell of impepho hung inthe air throughout as if to give anancestral nod of approval to anunequivocal sistah’s love fest ofliterature and song.

A sistah’s love festA spirited evening of song and poetry with Alice Walker

‘She’s harnessed

prodigious

creativity to

penetrating

political

commentary

on a range

of issues

A sangoma conducts a home­welcoming ceremony for American activist and writerAlice Walker at the State Theatre in Pretoria || PHOTO: VICTOR DLAMINI

GailSmith

1983 The year in which Alice Walkerbecame the first African­Americanto win Pulitzer Prize for fiction forher novel The Color Purple